The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 675 Wynter’s Other Armor

“Lying? Who?” Rachel asked.

Wynter put the strand of hair away safely. “Just do the things you’ve been told to do. Perhaps you could still keep your job. Don’t touch Rowan in the future. I’ll talk to him about his contract.”

“You could get Rowan to sign with us?” Rachel’s eyes sparkled like never before. “He has never signed with any company all these

years. He always works alone.”

“Just wait for my update.” Wynter said calmly, “Also, change this bad habit of yours.

“I’ll let you go this time because you have never once sent anybody to Jordan Whittle. You only gave him money. The rest is all up to your performance. But remember, don’t exploit anyone for fame anymore.”

Others might not have understood what Wynter meant, but Rachel knew all too well. To outsiders, she was always a clean businesswoman. Yes, she did not cherish her artists that much.

She always tried to find ways to get them out of the industry, exploit other people for fame, or gain attention through scandals and embarrassment.

One thing she always did was downing half a bottle of liquor every time she was at Jordan’s social events. That was because she did not want her artists to be ravaged.

some did it willingly, but Rachel could never allow herself to let

bootlicking. That was why good things were rare, and those who stood firm on their boundaries got

did superstitious things. She did not even mind doing legally

a good reputation. In fact, the

from a business point of view or a personal perspective, she did not

being yelled

already forgotten that she really wanted to make

too bad that they could never return

She never expected that in her 50s, because of something a young lady said, she had the

really sign Rowan to their company, she was going

seen Rachel’s resume before. She was not that evil of a person. Wynter never expected that she could

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got on her scooter, a call came

evidence! They are going to convict Mr. Rowan. What should we do?” It sounded

Without a trial,